1 The Adventures of Huckleberry Finna young lady with her hair all combed up straight to the
top of her head, and knotted there in front of a comb like
a chair-back, and she was crying into a handkerchief and
had a dead bird laying on its back in her other hand with its
heels up, and underneath the picture it said ‘I Shall Never
Hear Thy Sweet Chirrup More Alas.’ There was one where
a young lady was at a window looking up at the moon, and
tears running down her cheeks; and she had an open letter
in one hand with black sealing wax showing on one edge of
it, and she was mashing a locket with a chain to it against
her mouth, and under- neath the picture it said ‘And Art
Thou Gone Yes Thou Art Gone Alas.’ These was all nice pic-
tures, I reckon, but I didn’t somehow seem to take to them,
because if ever I was down a little they always give me the
fan-tods. Everybody was sorry she died, because she had
laid out a lot more of these pictures to do, and a body could
see by what she had done what they had lost. But I reck-
oned that with her disposition she was having a better time
in the graveyard. She was at work on what they said was
her greatest picture when she took sick, and every day and
every night it was her prayer to be allowed to live till she
got it done, but she never got the chance. It was a picture
of a young woman in a long white gown, standing on the
rail of a bridge all ready to jump off, with her hair all down
her back, and looking up to the moon, with the tears run-
ning down her face, and she had two arms folded across
her breast, and two arms stretched out in front, and two
more reaching up towards the moon — and the idea was
to see which pair would look best, and then scratch out all